Profile of the week..

Bet you thought I'd forgotten, huh?
Well here it is, better late than never.

I love this profile simply because who wouldn't want a dominant as paranoid as this guy? Only a real women, right?
All answers on a postcard to the nearest mental hospital please..

Im here looking for REAL woman who will meet and not just mess around online. If youre not willing to meet or not a real woman then im not interested.

 Im already sick of all the fakes and liars here, if youre all talk and just gonna bullshit us all then why did you bother making a profile?

 Come and talk and if youre worthwhile i will want to meet.

 well it seems some psycho has been running around here making up shit about me and bad mouthing me to anyone she can find.

if you get sent messages about me please have the decency to let me know and i can try and stop this fucked up mental case from causing you all problems.

if she is gonna do all this cos i refused to meet her then think what else she would do if she takes a dislike to you?

2/21/2012 12:25:32 AM: and now we have another psychotic bitch who thinks she can pull as fast one on me. 'normal {redacted}' as if the username wasnt enough suggestion that she thinks we are all freaks on here. she is clearly unhinged and is trying to create hassle for all us serious types. further investigation shows this girl is actually a group of 3 girls online to take the piss and lure unsuspecting men into abuse and harrassment on the few occasions the girls do decide to show themselves, and just not bothering to show up the rest of the time. so be warned out there folk

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Hotter than July

My third 'date' with W last night. He calls them dates, which makes me laugh to myself, but I guess it's more than a meet and beat, There's definitely a connection between us, that makes me think about him on more than a D/s level. I like him. I do worry though, about this. I've tried to vocalise to him the fear I have about feeling too much for him, given my situation, or one of us getting hurt. I'm really worried he will start to view me as 'the girlfriend' and want to make more demands on my time. But right now, I like him. And he makes me hot.

It was going to be The One Where We Had Sex. And I had been excited all week, with the prospect of getting some release on the almost unbearable tension that had been building up in my pants. My body, though, had other ideas and lucky me had a visit from the bad fairy with the red wand. Getting your period just before The First Sex Date is so unfair, isn't it? All that build up, that carefully selected underwear, the texts, the expectation... Anyway, we decided that I would still go round, have a cuddle, watch a film. I told him that I still wanted to please him (this is code for: You can cum in my mouth if you want), but he wouldn't have it. Didn't want our 'first time' to go that way. He's romantic like that.

His flat was like a pressure cooker. It was the hottest day of the year so far yesterday and it appeared that all the heat had stayed in his house, absorbed itself in his living room, with the absolute core of heat focused on the small leather sofa on which we spent most of our night. Still, it's an excuse to get out of your clothes down to your knickers in minutes, isn't it? We didn't have sex. But we did have: Hurling me on the sofa and forcing my legs apart (makes me feel as light as a feather), spanking, cuffs, pinning me down whispering things in my ear with a hand tightly over my mouth, more spanking, a lot of hair pulling, mouth fucking (no cumming) and a lot. A Lot. of very sexy conversations with our limbs wrapped around one another in a fairly sweaty way. I spent a lot of time trying to manoeuvre my body in way that I could rub my butt against his cock. But he was fairly good at not taking that hint. In the background, we watched, The Notorious Betty Paige but I can't tell you what happened. I noticed she took her clothes off though.
I finally got home about 2.30am. There's no way I can sustain staying out that late normally, but for one night it was OK. I'm tired today. But I have some good memories. Mmmh.. handcuffs.

The Carpark

He pushed my back against the wall harder than I expected. W had been quite gentle with me until now so I was taken aback a little by this new aggression. Feeling suddenly vulnerable in the dark carpark, I looked at him and slipped a hand round his waist. I wanted to ask him to kiss me again, to show me the affection that he had been giving me all evening as we had held hands and kissed. But he had other things on his mind for me that evening, and they didn't involve much affection.
Studying my face silently, he pulled my top up and my bra down in one movement with rough hands. Then pinching my breasts, he pulled my hips towards him and started to grind his cock against me.
'Ahh, fuck.' I murmured as he twisted and pinched my nipples '..fuck'
Before I knew it he had wrapped his hand against the length of my hair and pulled it hard, tilting my head right back.
'What have I told you, you little bitch, about that filthy mouth of yours?'
'I'm, I'm sorry', he was pulling harder then, and I had to twist my head to the side, my breasts falling out of my bra, 'I didn't..'
'..You didn't what, you filthy whore? You have got a dirty mouth and you deserve to be punished,
don't you?'
'Yes Daddy', I mumbled breathlessly, and he pulled again 'Yes Daddy, your little bitch deserves to be punished'
A car drove slowly past us into the carpark, slowly enough for the driver to be looking at us, me almost bent double with my tits peeking out of my now almost redundant top and W pulled me up, pushing his upper body against me, protecting me from view as best he could. He kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue and biting slowly down on to my bottom lip. He pushed his thigh in between my legs, and unable to control myself, I began to rub my pussy against it, trying to catch some stimulation against the seam of my jeans. The car gone, he pulled my top up again, exposing my breasts to the night air and continued his assault with his fingers. He bent his mouth to a nipple and scraped it with his teeth, sending a wave of arousal down to my pussy. I began to feel weak, I had come to the point where my body couldn't resist and I would have let him do anything then, and I think he sensed this because he placed his hands on top of my shoulders, ready to push me kneeling to the floor.
We heard a noise, a car door shutting somewhere, and this must have changed his mind. Instead he took hold of my breasts and pulled me forward by my nipples a few feet, to where there was a small rail attached to the wall of the building that we had been leaning against. I put my hands on it and bent over for him and as soon as I had, he brought his hand down on my ass, hard.
I gasped out, more in suprise than pain, my pussy now throbbing in excitement.
He hit me again. I could hear him saying something, but I couldn't make it out, the sensations confusing me.
He hit me again and again, my ass burning now.
'Oh', I cried...'I need to come'
He smacked me one last time and pulled me up, bringing me into his arms for a kiss.

The night ended there, W and I had a kiss and a cuddle and  then he put me in a cab. I was frustrated that we had had to go our seperate ways, that was for sure. I've arranged to see him on Friday night - hopefully we will pick up where we left off.

Well this is awkward!

Lunch with Mr A did not go entirely to plan. Things started ok - despite the fact that I would estimate he was about 10 years older and about 20 pounds heavier than his profile pic and maybe an inch or two shorter (so many of them do that, eh? I do understand why, but still.. ) I thought he had some potential. I cannot deny it, I have a soft spot for the older man.
Then, despite us having already made plans and being surrounded by perfectly lovely bars, cafes and restaurants he said he had another plan, that we would get into his car and go for a drive into the country to this pub he liked. Maybe he got the idea from the phone thing yesterday, that I was just going to go along with whatever he said today but at least he had the grace not to look too deflated when I demurred. So we had a coffee and you know how it is when you first meet someone you might play with (or maybe you don't. I kinda envy that.) and you try and keep it light and vanilla. Talk about the weather, talk about the shops, talk about the news? Well, he didn't know about that and the conversation kept turning round to sex. As a last resort, I started to talk to him about politics as my political views are very oppositional to his. He is conservative and you know, in real life, I choose not to spend the greatest amount of time with followers of the nasty party.. but I kind of think I like the idea of being spanked by someone with those ideas. Anyway, I don't think he took the whole opinion thing very well :)
We decided to go for a bit of a walk then, although, he tried to persuade me to get in his car again (rolls eyes) and it started to get a bit weird. We were just walking up this hill and he went a bit quiet, I said that I was thirsty and I would like another drink and we went to this cafe. And then as soon as we sat down, he wanted to go (not ideal when you're thirsty and need a wee, but OK) ... so we start to go back down the hill and he tells me that he is having a panic attack. Christ. And then he starts telling me about his history of panic attacks. At this point, I gently suggest he goes home. And he offers me a lift. Which I decline. And then (and here, reader, you find out how shallow I really am) I look at him, as if for the first time and I notice he is wearing ill fitting, slightly shiny, navy polyester trousers. And I know for certain, that had everything else gone well and been perfect, I can never have sex with this man.

Could you have a D/s relationship with a Dominant that has panic attacks (if that is even true. I can't help but think he thought he'd try and have a quick fumble in his car with me and when that didn't materialise he just thought he'd sack me off. Doesn't matter I guess. But if he does have a history of panic attacks, doesn't he have a responsibility to disclose that to me before it happens?)? Let's say it is true. Lets say you're tied up on his bed and you're halfway through a play session, deep in blissful subspace? Are you going to feel relaxed and safe knowing he potentially could have an attack at any time? Not me. Does that make me bad? No.

Still. Maybe he could be my 'phone Dom.